"You come right into my room," she said. "I don't dare stay up another minute. But I couldn't sleep if I tried, with a storm coming, and you can tell me all about it——"
But when she was settled luxuriously once more among her pillows, and with Betty curled up at the foot of the bed, an awkward silence fell between them.
At last Betty said, "Justin Ford was here. He's in love with me—Letty—but I sent him away——"
"Why did you send him away?"
"Because—because I'm not going to marry him, Letty——"
"Why not——"
"There's some one else. Some one who gave me these—Letty——"
She lifted her left hand with its burden of sparkling jewels.
"Who on earth?" Miss Matthews demanded.
"Anthony."